065 - God’s “Undercover Boss”— - —
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Twenty years ago, I started something I didn’t know how to name.
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Back then, I was reading Conversations with God, trying to understand why my gut kept pulling me toward things that didn’t make sense to other people — and sometimes didn’t even make sense to me. I wasn’t looking for religion. I was looking for a signal. I wanted a way to navigate through the chaos without compromising my intuition.
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The instructions didn’t come in the form of a memo. They came like music.
Six songs.
That was the original toolkit.
Six tracks that felt like coordinates.
I listened, and I moved.
I listened again, and I adjusted.
I kept going.
One assignment became ten.
Ten became a hundred.
A hundred became a thousand.
Over twenty years, that rhythm turned into 1,200 assignments — not “tasks” in the boring sense, but lived experiments. Some were creative. Some were brutal. Some felt like miracles. Some felt like I was lost and guessing. But looking back, I get it now: the point was never just the assignment. The point was what the assignment was building in me.
Because somewhere along the way, the pattern became obvious.
It wasn’t random.
It wasn’t just hustle.
It wasn’t even just faith.
It was training.
God had me undercover.
Not undercover like sneaky or dishonest — undercover like quietly planted in the field, learning how people think, how they break, how they heal, how they hide, how they love, how they pretend, how they evolve. Every room I walked into was part of the curriculum. Every collaboration was a mirror. Every setback was a refinement.
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Some of you were amazing out of the box — you didn’t need much.
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Just a small calibration. A gentle nudge.
A little “tweak.”
Pun fully intended.
Others needed more friction. Not punishment — friction. The kind that forces truth to the surface. The kind that makes a person sit with themselves long enough to remember who they are.
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I didn’t always know that’s what was happening.
I thought I was just living.
Trying.
Creating.
Failing forward.
Following my internal compass because I couldn’t sleep at night if I didn’t.
But twenty years later, sitting here with the receipts, the relationships, the scars, the wins, the lessons, the late-night prayers, the studio hours, the strange coincidences that were definitely not coincidences…
I can say it clearly:
God has been running the “Undercover Boss” program through my life.
Not to judge people.
To understand them.
To help where I could.
To learn where I couldn’t.
To keep becoming the kind of person who can carry bigger assignments without needing applause for it.
And now this is the next signal.
Not because I’m special.
Not because I’m “above” anyone.
But because I finally recognize the map I’ve been walking on.
Twenty years is long enough to stop calling it luck.
1,200 assignments are enough data to trust the methodology.
If the signal keeps coming, it means the work isn’t over.
So here I am.
Still listening.
Still moving.
Still refining.
This is 065.
The moment I realized the disguise was part of the design.
And if you’re reading this and feel that quiet tug in your own chest — the one that keeps calling you toward something you can’t fully explain yet —
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That’s not noise.
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